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[candyypirate]

GAME ON!🎮 by me + @galsgeneration Here's the introduction of Sonic and Shadow's child, Lil' D(evil)/Diablo! Both as a child and as an adult. ⚠️ Possible trigger warning for pregnancy complications.

[anni-one]

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Luca's getting a visit by people who aren't in the know of his circumstances... Better hide that tum!   The kid on the right is Sunny! A young Wolf who will be introduced much later in the story. And his main job will be to tease grandpa Luca non-stop.  

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[mysharona1987]

Ohio woman who miscarried at home won't be criminally charged, grand jury says

Brittany Watts, 34, had been charged with a felony of abuse of a corpse after she miscarried in her bathroom and was later admitted to a hos

It’s good she’s not being charged, but this story is still deeply unsettling.

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

Steve/ Tell him you can’t wait.

You shake your head and grab his wrist, pulling him back down on top of you.  “No, Steve,” you say as he allows himself to be moved in position.  “It’s fine.  I need you now.”

Steve looks at you skeptically, and you take his hand, drawing you back down to you.  He gives in, kissing you deeply.  You wrap your arms around him and hook one leg around his waist so that he’s pulled tightly against you.

His cock slides up and down your soaking folds, rubbing against your clit, sending little sparks through you from the sensitive bundle of nerves.  You moan into his lips, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside you.

You angle your hips and wrap your fingers around his thick shaft, guiding him slowly inside you.  He’s large but you’re ready to take him, you cunt stretching as he fills you more completely than any man ever has.

Steve waits for you to adjust but you’re too impatient.  You have a frantic need in you that has to be sated.  You rut up under him, thrusting your hips so that he slides in and out of you, his cock moving along the ridges of your cunt.  You moan and kiss him passionately as he begins to mimic your movements.  Your tongue coaxes his lips apart and you dip it into his mouth, swirling it with his as you kiss him passionately.

Even as he thrusts, you feel like things are going too slow.  You push his shoulder.  He takes the hint and rolls, keeping himself sheathed inside you.  You sit up, leaning your palms on his chest, and begin to bounce.  With each downward movement, you force more of him inside you, until he’s hitting your cervix and sending a sharp pain through your core.  Steve stares up at you in a half daze, moaning and thrusting up into you at a slower pace than you’re moving - countering the frantic bouncing with slow deliberate thrusts.

You guide his hand to your cunt and he begins to rub your clit with his thumb in small tight circles.  It sends a sharp current right through your core and the pressure that has been building inside you bursts.  You throw your head back and cry out loudly as you come, your whole body shuddering above him.  Steve continues to thrust up into you as your cunt flutters and squeezes around his shaft.

“God,” he groans and with a jerk, he comes.  You can feel the pulse of his cock as it spills inside of you, painting your internal walls white.

You collapse down on top of him, breathing heavily as you slowly come down from your orgasm high.

“Holy shit, that was amazing, Steve,” you hummed.

Steve rubs your back and kisses your cheek.  “It was pretty great,” he agrees.

Things continue as normal when you get back from your holiday.  The romance of the weekend carries you through for a few weeks, so it almost feels like you’re riding a cloud.  You certainly don’t remember things like ‘morning after pills’ that you had planned to get, and given that you don’t see Steve for a little over a week because he’s gotten caught up with work, and even then it has been a quick lunch date, you don’t have more sex to remind you that that was something you were supposed to have done.

So when you’re hit by a strong bout of nausea, the feeling of needing to vomit is strongly enhanced by the fact that it immediately reminds you that you had unprotected sex with Steve.

You panic.  Steve trusted you, and you let him down.  Not to mention that there is no way either of you are ready for this.  Neither of you has even said ‘I love you’.  Putting a child in the equation is so far down the track it might as well be an alternate universe.

You rush to the store as soon as you can and purchase a pregnancy test.  Despite the directions saying it’s best taken in the morning, you can’t wait.  Your anxiety is through the roof and all you can think is even though Steve is probably going to freak out about this, there is no way at all he can take it any worse than you are.  All these possible outcomes pass through your head, but even the fairytale marriage and happily-ever-after one scares you.  You want that, but getting it like this seems like a bad way to go about it.

You watch as the indicator line turns bright pink.

The test says you need up to five minutes before you get results, but no sooner has the indicator line filled in, but a fainter pink line traces in beside it.

You’re pregnant.

The panic you feel shoots up to insurmountable proportions.  The part of you that must have been hoping you just had the flu is crushed completely.  You aren’t sure what to do first.  You aren’t even sure whether you want this baby or not.

Eventually, you settle on calling Steve.  While part of you thinks you should at least figure out what you want first, you need someone to help you weigh up the decision, and if you do decide to keep the baby, it will be his baby too.

You pick up the phone and call him.

It takes a little while for him to answer, and you were just about to give up and try texting him that you need to talk when he picks up.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve says, just over a whisper.  “I can’t talk right now.  I’m in the middle of a debriefing.”

“Oh -” you say, taken aback.  “I - uh… sorry.”

“Are you okay?”  Steve asks, and the genuine concern in his tone almost breaks you.

You take a deep breath and try to keep your voice steady as you speak.  “Yes… no… I don’t know.  We need to talk… in person.”

“Of course, honey,” Steve says, soothingly.  “I’ll come around right after I’m finished up here.  I can bring you dinner.  What do you feel like?”

“Just something light.  Soup, please,” you say.  “I’ll see you then.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then,” Steve says and disconnects the call.  You spend the rest of the afternoon trying not to spiral.

Steve shows up a little after six looking a little bruised and very tired.  As he hugs you hello - being careful to keep the bag of takeout away from you while also providing a warm and comforting embrace - all you can think is that you’re going to break his heart.

“Come in,” you say.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”  Steve asks as he lays out the food on the table.

“You might want to sit,” you say.

Steve looks at you with his brow furrowed.  “Is this the breakup talk?”  He says, taking a seat.

The way he says it worries you a little.  Like he’s been preparing to have it himself.  It only adds to that intense sense of dread you were already feeling.  You sit down opposite him and take several deep breaths, willing yourself not to just throw up.

“I hope not,” you say.  “God… I don’t think there’s a way to break this to you easy.”

“Then just say it,” Steve says, sitting up straighter, clearly going on defense.

“I’m pregnant,” you say.

Steve blinks at you a few times like he’s having trouble processing the words.  “Oh,” he says simply.

“Just oh?”  You ask.

“Sorry,” he says, shaking his head.  “I was bracing for you to tell me you were HYDRA or something.”

You laugh, thankful for the break in tension, but you also know it probably won’t last.

“How?  You said… You said it would be okay?”  He asks.

“I - I forgot, Steve,” you say, apologetically.  “I meant to get myself the morning after pill.  And I forgot.”  There’s a pause and he sits back and runs his hands down his face.  “I’m sorry.”

“Are you?”  He asks and it feels like a knife in the heart.

“Yes,” you say, your face falling.  “I - I really didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Steve lets out a breath.  “I don’t… Look… I …”  he shakes his head like he’s trying to clear it.  “I’m sorry - I don’t know how I’m supposed to react to this.”

“I don’t think there is a right or wrong way,” you say, frowning.

“I don’t want to …”  He stops and rubs the bridge of his nose.  “I don’t think I’ll make a very good dad, but I won’t let you do this alone.”

“You?”  You say.  “You’ll be an amazing father.  I just wish… I wish this was something you’d planned to do, instead of -” you wave your hands around “- this.”

He shakes his head.  “I want to believe you didn’t do this to trick me.  You sound sincere at least.  I just… I work so much, and it’s dangerous work.  Plus, people around me are in danger just having me in their lives.  That’s no life for a kid.  I’d always thought… if I did decide to be a parent I’d have stopped fighting.”

“Well,” you say.  “I haven’t decided what to do yet.  Maybe you still will get that.”

“You haven’t?”  He asks.

You shake your head.  “I needed someone to talk to,” you say and start crying.

He moves quickly, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you.  He carries you to the couch and sits beside you, holding you.  “It’s okay.  Of course, you did.  I’m here now.”

“What do you think I should do?”  You ask.

“It’s your body and your life.  I really don’t get a say in that,” you say.

“I know,” you say, shakily.  “But you must have an opinion.”

You sigh.  “Well,” he says.  “I don’t feel ready, but if you have them.  I’ll help raise them.  You won’t do it alone.  I’ll make sure you’re both safe, and taken care of.  I’ll make sure they have the dad I wish I had,” he explains.  “If you decide not to have it… I’ll be there too.  You won’t go through that alone either.”

“Yeah?  You’d really be okay with that?”  You ask.

“Not if you feel pressured into it, I wouldn’t,” he says.  “But don’t be too surprised.  Just because abortion wasn’t legal back in my day, doesn’t mean people didn’t do it.  They just did it with a coat hanger and were just as likely to bleed out in their kitchens.  I’m just glad people can choose safely now.”

You cuddle up to him.  “I appreciate that, Steve.”

“The only thing I would ask is that if you plan to adopt them out, that you just let me take full custody,” he says.  “I think it would be too easy for someone with bad intentions to get hold of one of my kids just because they want the genetic material.”

The weight of those words felt a little oppressive.  It meant a lot.  In a way it was good.  He was willing to step up and be a parent alone if need be, just to protect them.  That meant if you decided to raise the baby together, he’d be there.  But taking the option of giving him custody would definitely be the end of you and Steve as a couple.  You couldn’t date the man who was raising the baby you chose not to keep.

“What’s your gut telling you?” Steve asks.  “What do you want to do?  I’ll support it, no matter what.”

Keep the baby and raise it together

Have an abortion

Give him custody and never see them again

[drmonkeysetroscans]

"The alien impregnated me!"

[lunarmomma]

Hey, it’s been a minute!

After about two years of on and off trying, the husband and I found out we were expecting baby number two in March! Things have been kind of crazy and being pregnant during a pandemic is no joke, but we’re hanging in there.

I’m still doing the Tumblr over on my other blog, just in case anyone still follows me here and wants to keep up on the baby things. I’m due at the end of November, so we’ve only got about three months left! Melody is five and a half somehow, and starting kindergarten this year. She is excited beyond belief to be getting a baby brother.

I fully intended on picking up this blog again when I found out I was pregnant, but then a pandemic happened and now here we are 🤷 Hope everyone is well!

[thoughts-of-the-unheard]

if you have a coughing fit while pregnant you can fracture your ribs

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Carrie Underwood @ American Music Awards 2018